[It is most certainly showing, and if Hanzo is paying attention he might notice the faintest uptick in temperature as he settles against his shoulder- he is not infallible, after all, and this handsome stranger really is just that. Close, too. Closer than he expected, he can all but feel his breath misting his faceplate.
The moment does not last. The man stiffens in his arms, voice taught- and though Zenyatta would like more time to interpret the wariness in his eyes he averts his gaze, almost demure.]
Vulgar? Never. I was a monk, you know. [Keeping it light, still; there is no reason to antagonise him, no matter how ravenous his curiosity. In fact, as if in apology, he abruptly turns his back to the man and continues to dance, scarcely skipping more than a beat or two, and deadpans:] I am glad to be your first.
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The moment does not last. The man stiffens in his arms, voice taught- and though Zenyatta would like more time to interpret the wariness in his eyes he averts his gaze, almost demure.]
Vulgar? Never. I was a monk, you know. [Keeping it light, still; there is no reason to antagonise him, no matter how ravenous his curiosity. In fact, as if in apology, he abruptly turns his back to the man and continues to dance, scarcely skipping more than a beat or two, and deadpans:] I am glad to be your first.